Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.